Thank you Mynuet Nora D and dark vampire! *happy because of comments*
Also after this chapter I think I'm going to be adding in more of the manga Momiji who talks in half-German.
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Momiji was absolutely delighted at stumbling across another Jyuunishi. He had never really talked to Ayame before. He had seen Ayame coming and going from Hatori's house but thought nothing of it. Since Hatori was a doctor most of the Soumas visited him at one time or another through out the year.
He snuck another glance at the Souma as Ayame's gaze returned to the koi pond. Momiji absorbed the sight of the lean figure with flowing hair and golden eyes sitting next to him. He was very impressed with the self- confidence Ayame contained in every fiber of his being.
"Ne ne Ayame, when are you staying until?"
Ayame's gaze stayed focused on the pond, "Leave the Souma residence? Who knows. Probably around the afternoon"
"Are you going to see Hatori? He hasn't been busy lately. He's even planted a garden, and I've been helping. Hatori says that spring is his favorite season. Spring is pretty ne? I like it because its new every year."
"I'll doubtless see Hatori for lunch, since you say he's not busy. Does Ha- san act serious when he's gardening?" Ayame snorted, picturing solemn Hatori thrust into a gardening outfit.
"No no, Hatori is very easy going when he's gardening. He told me a joke yesterday," Momiji smiled, remembering.
"I like spring too, because the air is clear," Ayame answered to Momiji's previous question.
They sat in silence for a while, Momiji's energetic smile slowly turning into a look of contentment. The next time he spoke, he did not look over to Ayame, and his tone was one of thoughtfulness.
"You and Hatori are good friends, ne. Once I asked Hatori how come one of the people that had came to visit him had white hair, like Hatsuharu. He told me 'That's Ayame, the snake'. That's how I knew who you were. The Jyuunishi don't really welcome each other into their lives, I think. I do know most of them, even Kyou who is mean to me. But I never know you or Ri. . . ri . . . What's his name?"
"Ri-chan," Ayame prompted.
"Hai! Ri-chan too. I think I've only seen him once. Shigure is the only one who seems to know everyone, he's so friendly."
"'Gure-san likes to know everyone, he likes to feel close to people," Ayame added in, " I think . . .I think that not all the Jyuunishi welcome others because of what we are. Its very different."
"Sou, ne." Momiji looked somber. Then he perked up a bit, remembering a question he had been meaning to ask, "Where do you buy your clothes?"
Ayame threw back his shoulders and put on airs, "I made them myself!"
"Sugoi!" marveled Momiji.
"Ahaha, I know, I know. I'm very good at it, it's been my talent since I was young! Well, I still am young (as you can clearly see from my charm and good looks) but young like yourself!"
"All your outfits must be so pretty! You're so lucky to have a talent like that!" Momiji gushed.
"Hai, they are and I am!" replied Ayame enthusiastically.
After a few more comments from Momiji and gracious reception of the aforementioned comments by Ayame, the two lapsed into a comfortable silence. Momiji gazed at nothing in particular, enjoying the sounds of the small ripples lapping at the bases of the bridge, and the lazy night noises of suburbia. He was a little astonished by the fact that all these years he had ignored this boisterous and kind presence in his life, dismissing Ayame as background noise. Momiji wondered what Hatori would think of his gift when he found it.
"Ayame?"
"Hai?"
"Before you leave tomorrow, do you think you will have time to say goodbye?"
"Of course."
"I never know when people come and go," said Momiji as means of explanation.
"Sou ne. That's how it is in here," Ayame agreed, "I promise."
Also after this chapter I think I'm going to be adding in more of the manga Momiji who talks in half-German.
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Momiji was absolutely delighted at stumbling across another Jyuunishi. He had never really talked to Ayame before. He had seen Ayame coming and going from Hatori's house but thought nothing of it. Since Hatori was a doctor most of the Soumas visited him at one time or another through out the year.
He snuck another glance at the Souma as Ayame's gaze returned to the koi pond. Momiji absorbed the sight of the lean figure with flowing hair and golden eyes sitting next to him. He was very impressed with the self- confidence Ayame contained in every fiber of his being.
"Ne ne Ayame, when are you staying until?"
Ayame's gaze stayed focused on the pond, "Leave the Souma residence? Who knows. Probably around the afternoon"
"Are you going to see Hatori? He hasn't been busy lately. He's even planted a garden, and I've been helping. Hatori says that spring is his favorite season. Spring is pretty ne? I like it because its new every year."
"I'll doubtless see Hatori for lunch, since you say he's not busy. Does Ha- san act serious when he's gardening?" Ayame snorted, picturing solemn Hatori thrust into a gardening outfit.
"No no, Hatori is very easy going when he's gardening. He told me a joke yesterday," Momiji smiled, remembering.
"I like spring too, because the air is clear," Ayame answered to Momiji's previous question.
They sat in silence for a while, Momiji's energetic smile slowly turning into a look of contentment. The next time he spoke, he did not look over to Ayame, and his tone was one of thoughtfulness.
"You and Hatori are good friends, ne. Once I asked Hatori how come one of the people that had came to visit him had white hair, like Hatsuharu. He told me 'That's Ayame, the snake'. That's how I knew who you were. The Jyuunishi don't really welcome each other into their lives, I think. I do know most of them, even Kyou who is mean to me. But I never know you or Ri. . . ri . . . What's his name?"
"Ri-chan," Ayame prompted.
"Hai! Ri-chan too. I think I've only seen him once. Shigure is the only one who seems to know everyone, he's so friendly."
"'Gure-san likes to know everyone, he likes to feel close to people," Ayame added in, " I think . . .I think that not all the Jyuunishi welcome others because of what we are. Its very different."
"Sou, ne." Momiji looked somber. Then he perked up a bit, remembering a question he had been meaning to ask, "Where do you buy your clothes?"
Ayame threw back his shoulders and put on airs, "I made them myself!"
"Sugoi!" marveled Momiji.
"Ahaha, I know, I know. I'm very good at it, it's been my talent since I was young! Well, I still am young (as you can clearly see from my charm and good looks) but young like yourself!"
"All your outfits must be so pretty! You're so lucky to have a talent like that!" Momiji gushed.
"Hai, they are and I am!" replied Ayame enthusiastically.
After a few more comments from Momiji and gracious reception of the aforementioned comments by Ayame, the two lapsed into a comfortable silence. Momiji gazed at nothing in particular, enjoying the sounds of the small ripples lapping at the bases of the bridge, and the lazy night noises of suburbia. He was a little astonished by the fact that all these years he had ignored this boisterous and kind presence in his life, dismissing Ayame as background noise. Momiji wondered what Hatori would think of his gift when he found it.
"Ayame?"
"Hai?"
"Before you leave tomorrow, do you think you will have time to say goodbye?"
"Of course."
"I never know when people come and go," said Momiji as means of explanation.
"Sou ne. That's how it is in here," Ayame agreed, "I promise."